MY POOR DAD BROUGHT ME TO PROM IN A WHEELCHAIR & THE NEXT DAY FOUND A $10,000 CHECK IN OUR MAILBOX. When my parents split and my mom passed, I had no choice but to move in with my dad — the same guy my mom always called a “hopeless loser.” Living with him was… well, strange. I’d catch him sneaking out late at night, and honestly, I wasn’t sure what was going on. Meanwhile, prom was around the corner, but I couldn’t care less. Being in a wheelchair, with no date, and feeling stuck in every possible way made it hard to get excited. Surgery could change everything, but yeah… no money, no surgery. I figured prom wasn’t in the cards for me. Then out of nowhere, my dad — this “loser” my mom always talked about — tells me he’s taking me to prom himself. I wasn’t prepared for how that night would turn out. Not only did I go, but everyone loved him. And yep, he even got me out on the dance floor. But hold up, it gets wilder. The next day, my dad comes home, and there’s a package in our mailbox: a $10,000 check and a card that says “Dad of the Year!” Then he looks at me and whispers, “I think I know who sent this.”